Chapter 10: Office Showdown

Next day, for waiting area outside office.

The place cold, but my body hot. I wear slippers, dey swing leg, dey feel like boss. Na divorce paper full my hand. I dey reason say, today na today.

I sit down for leather sofa, dey swing leg, dey hold divorce paper wey I prepare.

Sewa three female assistants just dey look me like say I craze.

Dem dey whisper, dey form as if na me be wahala for office. But I just dey enjoy myself.

"Assistant Shola, you, you… wan make Madam Sewa see you now now?"

Their voice dey high. I just smile. For this place, na only money talk. I no even get time for their wahala.

"At least wear suit na! How you go dey sit for Madam Sewa special chair?"

I cross leg, look them. "Abeg, no be chair person dey chop. Na paper I come submit."

"True talk, Madam Sewa dey see visitor now, she say she no wan see anybody."

Dem dey block me, but I no even send. I dey enjoy my coffee.

System dey panic, dey throw task.

Na so e dey do. System dey reason say if I no act, e go shock me.

[Wahala, man and woman dey alone for room.]

[Guy, dem don put green light for your head—you still dey drink coffee?]

[Abeg, go inside, scatter the main guy juju!]

System sabi do drama pass Africa Magic. But I no dey send am.

No wahala. Madam dey pay me half a million every month; to wait for am no be sin.

As money dey enter, na so patience dey grow. I go wait, no shaking.

System vex: [Warning: if you no do the side task, you go collect shock now now.]

I just dey ready for anything. If e shock me, I go endure am.

This system sef, e get wahala.

I fit sue am for court if na real life. E too dey worry.

Yesterday e shock me two times—my throat still dey pain me.

Na real electric shock o. I no wish am for enemy. But man no die, man no rotten.

I no want more punishment abeg.

I pray for small mercy. Make e allow me rest today.

For the original book, my stand-in ending bad—dem carry me go psychiatric hospital, suffer no be small.

I dey try avoid that level. For this life, na only small mistake fit spoil better thing.

As I stand to pour coffee, office door open from inside.

Na suspense dey my mind. I arrange myself.

Na Sewa.

If you see her, ehn! Na fresh, na fine, na cold. She dey shine pass early morning sun, but her face cold like Lagos rain.

Her face fine like tomorrow no dey, but her body cold reach freezer: "You never hear enough as you dey spy outside?"

She stand with hand for waist, dey look me like teacher wey catch pikin dey chop during class. I bone face, dey ready for anything.